Release Blitz: Seduction en Pointe

I’ve always been a writer – I come from a family of artists and poets, and storytelling just sort of went along with that. My mom taught creative writing classes for kids, so I put it officially around eight, but unofficially forever. Professionally, I’ve been writing fiction since about 2014, which was when I started to seriously pursue self-publishing and then moved toward the Indie market. A lot has changed in three years, for sure.

What is your favorite genre to write?

I’m a romance writer, so obviously the big umbrella of romance, but it’d be really hard for me to pick a subgenre. I write contemporary and historical, and I wrote both erotic and more traditional romance. This year I have a contemporary ménage series coming out and then a historical BDSM series, so I really can’t pick! Romance is full of new and exciting challenges, and I look forward to pushing the limits of writing with each new book.

Which genre have you never tried before, but would you like to try out?

I definitely want to get into fantasy. I think I’ve always been a little intimidated by world building, but in a sense every book we write has some element of world building – a ranching town in Montana, a ballet school in Paris, so I think I’m ready to take on the challenge.

Please tell us about your book.

When successful TV star of the Queen Anne’s Revenge, Nicco Castillo, finds his boyfriend in bed

with another man, he goes full-on Hollywood trainwreck that lands him in ER. Next thing he knows, the producers are shipping him off to Paris to shape up and learn to dance for the next season’s story arc. But his incredibly tempting Parisian ballet instructor, Isabelle La Croix, makes that all too difficult, especially when he learns about her decadent desires–desires Nicco is all too pleased to indulge in. Against the ballet barre, the balcon railing, and wherever and for however long Isabelle is willing to have him.

Seduction en Pointe was definitely my most difficult book to write! It started as a spin-off for a novella, but the company that owned the novella went out of business, so I scratched that story and started again. And again. And again. I must have rewritten this book four times in full. At one point, I had this big white board laid out in the foyer with each scene written out in explicit detail. Let’s just say that my mom is one patient woman.

Which character was your favorite, and why? Which character was your least favorite, and why?

I loved writing Nicco. Isabelle is wonderful, but her struggle is more about pain and grief, and Nicco’s internal challenges are focused on figuring out who he really is after he becomes very famous, and I think determining who we are is a real challenge everyone faces. I struggled with writing Nicco because I was really hard on him, and I need to soften the edges, but I think we’re often very hard on ourselves, which I hope came through a little in his character. The journey for self-discovery is never really over, though.

Seduction en Pointe doesn’t have a real antagonist, but I guess I could say that the person Nicco was is the least likable main character. It’s his struggle to escape this Hollywood persona that leads to most of the events in the book, and that Hollywood persona isn’t very likeable. But his own recognition and drive to fix himself is the redeeming quality there.

What was the hardest part about writing your book?

Like I said, I rewrote this book a lot. And let me tell you, I’d rather write a full manuscript from scratch than have to go in and start changing major plot points and elements in an otherwise written manuscript. The character of Giancarlo started out as a real SOB, and that just made it hard to justify Nicco’s loyalty to him, so I had to evolve his character into something totally different.

The entire plot had changed about four times over the process. When I first started writing the book, I only aimed for about 35,000 words, but the final draft came in a little over 70,000.

What is your writing routine? Are there things you absolutely need to start writing?

With this book, the routine was to keep fixing issues until something actually clicked into place. For the most part though, I outline and prep books before diving in. I love work in series because there’s an establishment of characters and locations and it’s a lot easier and more fun than starting from scratch. I don’t think I could ever go full Pants-er though. It terrifies me. How long did it take you to write your book from start to finish?

With all its complications, this one was well over a year. For the most part though, my books turn around more quickly than that. I tend to think about books for awhile before I actually write them, so when it comes down to getting my butt in the chair, I already feel confident in the story and character.

Can you tell us about your editing process?

How much wine do you have? This one was rough. We changed fundamental elements from the original story, down to Isabelle’s name and the chronology of her marriage. I wrote and rewrote both Giancarlo and Nicco and it went through my amazing editor a solid three times before we officially signed it. The last big edits we made were to change the opening scene. I never thought I’d get an email that said how about we start with him having a seizure during a blow job?

Is this book part of a series? If so, how many installments do you have planned?

Yes! So Nicco is one of three main actors in the Queen Anne’s Revenge an uber successful historical pirate television program. The Full Swing series follows Adrian and Luke, the other two main actors, who get introduced in the book. In truth, Adrian’s story with Julianna is running parallel to a large part of Seduction, which we’ll obviously get more of in book two! I’m really excited to explore more of their relationship, as well as Luke’s.

Do you have any advice for aspiring authors?

I’m sure you’ve heard this before and you’ll hear it again, but write. Write every single day and read all the time. Read newspapers and memoirs and fiction and mystery and the back of cereal boxes. Write short stories and long stories and poetry and plays. I keep a Faulkner quote by my desk that says it best, Don’t be a writer, be writing.

There’s also something else, and this one definitely came as more of a surprise. Treat your writing like a business. Work every single day. Don’t take rejections personally. Plan, organize and double-check. View writing as a path, just like going to school or taking vocational training, and you will prioritize it, as will those around you. Treat it like a business and no matter how many rejections you get, stand up and brush off and get back to work.

Why should everyone read your book?

Seduction en Pointe is fun! If you like the idea of falling in love running through the streets of Paris, or luxury apartments and ballet classes in ancient buildings, art and music and erotic dalliances, this book is right up your alley. Setting and aesthetic play a huge role in this book, and there’s just no better background in the world for sensual fantasies to come to life than Paris.

If you could meet three authors, dead or alive, which authors would you choose?

So hard! I have to say Jane Austen, Juliette Marillier and J.K. Rowling. All three of these women have fundamentally inspired me in both art and life, and I’m a better, more rounded, more discerning person because of their influence.

What inspired you to write your book?

So I had written the novella about two years ago, and I always planned to get around to writing Nicco and Belle’s story, but I figured it would be a short addendum to the original. Obviously, this book took on a life of its own. In the original story, Nicco is all charmer and flirt so I knew he’d be a hell of a lot of fun to write, and he delivered! It’s been amazing watching the transformation from a side story to my first full length novel.

Are you working on something at the moment? If so, can you tell us more about it?

Yes! The Lovin’ Is Easy, book one in the Triple Diamond series, is coming out for general release in September. The series is a season-based collection of male/female/male ménage stories set on The Triple Diamond Ranch in Wolf Creek, Montana, which my heroine from The Lovin’ Is Easy, Madison, inherits from an uncle she’s never met. I’m working on book two in the series right now, fall in the mountains, and it’s been such a fabulously fun process.

Book Excerpt

And walking through the door to his producer’s office, he stopped dead. In that moment he absolutely believed that everything happened for a reason.

She faced away from him, but even at a distance he could see the smooth curve of her neck, the beautiful line of her back, arching against the chair. She was a small woman, but a shadow of muscles adorned her shoulders and upper arms where they weren’t hidden behind the waves of white-blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She was something from an erotic fairy tale, all subtle power and ephemeral beauty.

And it wasn’t just that—though there was plenty of that. But it was the way she held herself, too, full of strength and self-possession and confidence. This woman knew exactly who she was in a way that Nicco envied and respected all at the same time.

He schooled his features and checked in with the receptionist for his appointment with the French production team before turning around to face her. If he’d thought her beautiful from the back, he hadn’t been prepared for her face, for the expression in her pale-blue eyes, for the softest, sweetest curve of dusky-rose lips as they parted slightly.

She read a magazine, and Niccolo cursed himself for having let his written French lapse, because he didn’t have a clue which glossy it was.

Still, never hurt to try, and something about this unknown woman made it impossible for him to walk away or pick one of the seats at the far end of the waiting room. She called to him, a modern-day siren, all enticing and impossible to ignore. So he sat beside her, catching a hint of her scent. She smelled like lemons, sweet and fresh, and that seemed to fit her, as did the pointed sharpness of her neck, which grew considerably more rigid once she realized he planned on talking to her.

“What is it you’re reading?” he asked, thickening his Spanish accent. As long as he’d been chasing lovers, the Spanish charm had always worked wonders. Hell, it did wonders for getting him starring roles too.

“Who wants to know?” Her accent was light, as though she’d learned English alongside her French, studied in Sweden or London or New York City. But for all of the softness that came spilling out of those pale-rose lips, there was a steel core that told Nicco she wasn’t having any of his charm. Her words came out strong, self-possessed, and confident, and they made him curious about the woman below the slight frame. Despite appearing so soft, she held her head at a tilt that signified power, kept her neck straight, her shoulders arched. Everything about her stance told Nicco exactly how she felt at his intrusion into her space. Normally, he took his cues and left the obviously uninterested alone, but this woman was enchanting and mysterious, and Nicco found he couldn’t quite look away from her, even as he knew that he tempted the serpent, perhaps because he did.

“Niccolo.” He extended his hand. “Here for a meeting with Monsieur La Montagne.” According to the terms Parker had laid out, Nicco would be working alongside La Montagne’s office on a PR tour of Paris while he took his dance classes, giving a few interviews here and there, a signing or two, onward and upward.

The woman beside him, however, appeared abjectly unimpressed. He liked that, liked that she didn’t buy into his bullshit the way everyone else did, the way he’d been doing for so long.

“That is a remarkable coincidence,” she replied, her eyes taking on a sardonic glint he knew came at his expense, “given that you are in his office, after all.” Feisty, this one. She obviously enjoyed goading him, and Nicco felt a wash of something dangerous at the thought that men probably attempted to charm her quite often. For some reason, his visceral reaction to this strange, nymph-like woman grew stronger each time she stabbed him with her barbed tongue. That was inconvenient, to be certain, but it didn’t stop him from wanting more.

But there was something about his—well, he wouldn’t necessarily call it just an attraction—to this woman that went deeper than lust. Nicco had had lovers, more than his fair share of them since everything with Antonio had gone so royally tits up, and he’d never lacked for a partner if he wanted one. No, whatever had him suddenly desperate to learn more about this mysterious woman went deeper than that, to some fundamental part of himself that might even long for redemption.

“I’d heard about the French,” he said. He should just turn around and leave her to her magazine, but he just couldn’t seem to do so. “Seems the rumors about witches and the smell of cheese aren’t so terribly off.”

She raised an eyebrow, and he took some satisfaction in the small quirk at the corner of her mouth that told of a repressed smile. He’d bet a week’s pay that her smile would light up the city, and he promised himself that at some point, he would be the cause of it. He didn’t know how or why, just that it would happen one way or the other.

“American, is it?” she asked, ignoring his slight.

“Mostly,” he replied. “Spanish sometimes. Occasionally English.”

From her confused expression, Nicco wondered if he had been spending too much time in California. Normally, folks didn’t question his various origins. Of course, the French were reputedly distrusting of anyone who wasn’t French. Still, he had to admit that there was something simple and altogether enjoyable about flirting with a woman who didn’t want to sleep with him just because he was a celebrity or because she angled to get her face in the papers. It felt good to just be himself for what seemed like the first time in a very long time.

“Of course,” she replied, breaking his train of thought. “All that ego can’t be exclusively American, can it?”

Nicco almost laughed out loud.

“You already know me so well,” he said. “Would you care to know me better? Dinner, perhaps?” It was bold, and the moment the words were out of his mouth, Nicco knew it had been too audacious. Something flitted across her eyes, and he could almost see her folding into herself. No, he didn’t like that, didn’t enjoy seeing this confident person turn into something else so quickly. He might be an ass about recognizing the signs in his own life, but someone or something had clearly hurt her—recently, if the ache across those beautiful pale-blue eyes was anything to go by.

“No smart remark,” he commented, hoping to bring back some of the devil he’d seen in her expression. “I’m surprised.”

She squared her jaw, and Nicco found himself happy to see even a little of the fight fill her eyes, even if it was at his expense. And, as he had anticipated, she turned a cold tongue in his direction, murmuring low under her breath.

“You don’t know the first thing about me, so I’ll ask you kindly to take a walk.” Fury, for all it was leashed and low in her whisper. And it made him ache, made him feel some of the hurt in his own chest, because the first week after he’d discovered Tony with his lover, Nicco had lashed out at everyone and everything, taking the whole wide world down to his level of hurt and sadness.

He didn’t doubt that he was nothing more than the proxy for her fury, and it made him feel bad, made him ache for her and for himself a little too.

“Miss La Croix?”

Before she could say anything that might cut him to the quick—would most definitely cut him to the quick—the woman beside him nodded in answer to the receptionist and stood without another word. If he had thought the slope of her neck enticing, he wasn’t prepared for the way her long, powerful legs, visible below her light-blue dress, mesmerized him. She didn’t so much walk down the hall as glide, her body so completely under her command that it made him wonder about putting his body in her hands too. She didn’t give him a second look as she slipped away, and that made Nicco’s heart ache in a way he didn’t want to analyze.

Her magazine still sat on the corner of the table, one of the pages bookmarked with a thick, folded corner, as if she planned on going back to it. Thinking quickly, he pulled out a pen and scribbled a note down on the back cover.

If you ever need a stranger for a friend, give me a call. There are some things we don’t heal from so easily.

Below that, he jotted his e-mail address and then took a short jog down the hallway to catch up with her. The simple note, just like the few extra moments he had spent with his fans outside, felt like color returning to the black-and-white version of himself. He still couldn’t see the full picture, not yet, but just being out of LA helped him focus.

She looked surprised and not all that happy when he drew level with her.

“You left this,” he said, handing her the magazine but not letting go.

She pursed her lips. “And what do you want in exchange for it?” Her tone sounded almost resigned. Bored, almost. He knew better, though. Her expression had a fire—blue and burning—and he rather enjoyed inspiring a reaction in her, whatever it was.

“What’s your name?” he asked her, suddenly desperate to know. By the smallest amount, her expression softened, and Nicco had to wonder what she had expected him to ask. He’d never push a person to do anything they didn’t want to do. He had retained some standards over the last few months of going full-on Hollywood.

“The catch?” she asked, her lips still pointedly pursed in his direction. And what lips they were.

Nicco shook his head. “No catch. I just want to know your name.” He really, really did. She sighed and nodded, sending the white-blonde ponytail swishing across her shoulder. Then she squared her jaw and lifted her chin.

“Isabelle La Croix.” She offered nothing else.

“Isabelle,” he repeated, because he couldn’t seem to stop himself from doing so. “A pleasure.” He handed her the magazine with his note facing down and watched as she gave a sharp nod and continued down the hallway, watched her far after there was nothing left to watch. What about this woman set his body to flame and his mind to far more carnal images than would ever be appropriate for a chance encounter in a producer’s waiting room and so, so much more?

Something hidden that came in bursts of emotion across her pale-blue eyes, something that came in the cut of her shoulders and the grace of her walk.

Miss La Croix. It fit her. She was so utterly French, petite, graceful, sharp around the edges and beautiful beyond the pale. Nicco trod in dangerous waters. He had only just left California behind, and already he panted after a woman he would never see again, unless her facade cracked and she actually decided to contact him. He could hope, kind of had to hope, because there was something about her that was so unlike anyone he had ever met. She had a self-possession, a self-awareness that almost made him envious, would have, if it hadn’t impressed him so.

The whole thing made him…a little relieved. He’d had lovers since Antonio, of course, men and women to waste the lonely nights with, to party with and get drunk with. But to actually find himself feeling a deep, intense connection—and with a person he had only just met—it gave him hope that he might not be on his own forever. Maybe Tony’s infidelities hadn’t completely destroyed who Nicco had been before, after all.

About the Book

Seduction en Pointe, Gemma Snow

Contemporary, Erotic Romance

Full Length

When successful TV star of the Queen Anne’s Revenge, Nicco Castillo, finds his boyfriend in bed with another man, he goes full-on Hollywood trainwreck that lands him in ER. Next thing he knows, the producers are shipping him off to Paris to shape up and learn to dance for the next season’s story arc. But his incredibly tempting Parisian ballet instructor, Isabelle La Croix, makes that all too difficult, especially when he learns about her decadent desires–desires Nicco is all too pleased to indulge in. Against the ballet barre, the balcon railing, and wherever and for however long Isabelle is willing to have him.

Author Bio

Gemma Snow is the author of several works of erotic and romantic fiction in both the contemporary and historical genres, and enjoys pushing the limits of freedom, feminism, and fun in her stories. She has been an avid writer for many years, and recently moved back to her home state of New Jersey from Boston, after completing her education in journalism and creative writing.

In her free time, she loves to travel, and spent a semester abroad living in a 14th century castle in the Netherlands. When not exploring the world, she likes dreaming up stories, eating spicy food, driving fast cars, and talking to strangers.

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